The Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

Laughter bursts out and Lucius rubs his nose bridge. I should never have backed down when they required this and that from me. I should never have hidden Dahlia away thinking that’s protection. I am her best protection and I failed her. Lola freezes and Kayle rolls his eyes. They are NOT getting what they want from me. They got nothing over me. [Alpha,] Barke suddenly mindlinks me in a heavy voice, [Alpha, it’s Miss Dahlia. She...she is committing suicide...] [What?!] I put Barke’s mindlink request through, and through his eyes, I see Dahlia, curling up in the corner of a dark room, something pressed on her wrist.

How on earth does black has so many shades? I gulp nervously, squinting my eyes to look at them carefully, they all look same to me. My eyes move from the card to her, she's staring at me like a hawk, waiting for my suggestion. I quickly point at the third shade, she turns the card to look at herself. Her brows scrunch together. You're dead Daisy. "Good choice flower girl" she says in approval, I sigh in relief, she shifts to eat the nail techs brain. Best of luck to her!

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

"One of the Mafia was arrested, the deaf guy. Once he was released and questioned back at the base, he said someone, a certain Becca, tried to force information out of him. Dan reacted on impulse when he heard the name, so he sent me to find out." "Let me guess. You plucked a single strand of my hair when you intentionally bumped into me, didn't you?" "Becca, I..." "I can't hear anymore of this." I said and walked past him. Something new to me. It was either I finish you off or let you live, only pain would be present to keep you company, clinging to you like a lost puppy. The smoke from our cars had ceased, the scene remaining in ruins. I decided on walking on the sidewalk along the old, sc

For years they had been building the perfect plan,perfect day,perfect army,perfect weapon to kill the Tribrid. The weapon was a black stake inscribed with the their blood. Eli's, Liliana's, Mirabelle's and Beaumont's. And the perfect wielder of the weapon,Dahlia. Dahlia met with the Trios after Greece's death. She knew she would be no match against the Tribrid alone,hence,she formed an alliance with the Trios. "Pardon me for being late!. I had urgent work to attend to." Dahlia thumped on her sole humbly before taking a seat amongst the round table.

I just want you to help me out with something. Hauwa "Oh.. Okay. Elizabeth" Come on.. Drop your hands. Hauwa did as I told her but she was still shaking with fear ; despite the AC in her office, her forehead was dripping with sweat. Elizabeth "Look, I'm looking for someone. Someone that you know very well. Hauwa" What's the person's name? Elizabeth " Lily.... your friend, the assassin. Hauwa's eyes opened widely as if she was in a cardiac arrest, She fixed her gaze on mine trying to figure out what my motive was.

She was not exactly beautiful but something different with her brown doe-like eyes, slender legs, and pink lips. "Fuck. You are a real distraction." Greta murmured slowly once she got a full glimpse of Inaya. Inaya was a girl who could be envied easily and now she understood why David kept her in the dark. She is a perfect piece of prize possession. In the world of Mafias, getting mad over her won't be a big deal for any of those Alpha males. Greta walked towards Inaya who was looking at her with confusion plastered on her face. She met Carlos and eventually got to know his name. But this woman was known to her. She kept her lips sealed until Greta asked her the most obvious question.

Marcus reacted first, dragging Mara left. Victor pulled Liora and Marianne behind the nearest stone pillar. A section of chapel wall behind the altar opened inward with a dry hidden mechanism. Not the main door. A narrow internal passage. Dahlia emerged again from darkness holding not one page now— but a thin black ledger. And behind her— another figure. Older. Thin. Male. White hair. Walking slowly with a cane. Alive. Far too alive for the name Cassandra whispered next. “No…” The man looked at the cemetery with tired eyes that had clearly expected this moment eventually.

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

My hand instinctively flew to the pocket of my hoodie, fingers curling around the cold metal of the flash drive, the only proof I had that my life was being auctioned off to the highest bidder of the werewolf world. Dahlia stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, her eyes gleaming with a sick, predatory fury. She wasn't alone. Dawn stood a few paces behind her, arms crossed and her face was a mask of boredom. Dahlia, however, looked like she was vibrating with the need to kill.